But more than loveI needed to feel that I am human,that my heart and its piecesand its tentacles struggling to get a grip on meare a story everyone’s bored of. I needed to know that I am fine.As fine,as normalas the person who doesn’t meet my eyes.That I could look up from the sinking ground.Continue reading ““But more than love” – Nayana Nair”
I try to forget the monster so that I can somehow live.I try to forget the monsteronly to feel myself in his grip,only to see my skin turn into his.I close my eyesand try to forget the monster under my skin.
From my grip I lose yet another word- now alien to my lips and life. From the corner of my eyes, I watch it die the same death as me. Now the stories I told myself have become a little more unreasonable, when the words and ideas that I took as absolute turned out toContinue reading ““Absolutes” – Nayana Nair”
We twist in the grip of our own prejudices. The valleys of our hatred have become a part of our scars that has a throbbing bitterness, that impairs our vision and numbs our heart. Our lives divided by this fissure into one half looking for a way out of hostility and other half feeding onContinue reading ““Divided Heart” – Nayana Nair”